by Steve Tanham
As child, I wandered ways like these
And marvelled at the grace and ease
With which these tiny spears of Spring
Could rise and shake off Winter’s cling.
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A wiser self smiles back at him
Who knew not these were Alpine kin
Which lived for cold and days like these
That mirrored mountains’ solid freeze.
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But does this change the greeting bright
When muddied boots trail freezing night?
Not one jot! Young soul replies
from depths of Self that love surprise.
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©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017
Lovely, Steve. I like those first stalwart heralds of spring. They’re always delightful surprises.
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Thank you, Diana. Yes, they are very special
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I really like the rhyming pattern of this poem. Lovely content too.
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Thank you, Robbie. It all came together quickly and seems to ‘gel’.
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A very beautiful poem!
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Thank you, once again, John! I like to try both prose and poetry. Sometimes you can say so much with very little in a poem.
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